I do not own anything.
'Excuse me, but I believe those are mine.'
She looks up. Only to smile frowningly. 'My apologies, it had me confused for a moment.' She answers, not elaborating if she talks about the pile of books on the reading table, or the presence of this woman in the muggle-bookstore.
They stand silently observing each other. Until the woman nods slightly. 'I was looking for…'
Scum? She thinks. 'Forgiveness?' She sais out loud.
Another silence.
'I was going to say poems. As I do not have the false belief that any book will provide forgiveness for what is done in life.'
She nods herself. 'Third aisle to your right.'
'Thank you.' The woman walks away.
She turns around herself. Hesitating for a moment, about whether she just served or offered help.